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April 2007 ISSUE #115 |
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Are We Done Yet? | Grindhouse | Blades of Glory | Pride Reign Over Me With each passing day, reality is becoming more like an infomercial. It’s like the blueprint for women is a smiling methed-out battle hag with a Fantastic Sam’s hairstyle excited about a Lillian Vernon catalog. And all guys are supposed to turn into tanned sub-alphas who try to hypnotize you by not blinking. Why is this? Reign Over Me, that’s why. It’s the story of former college roommates coming across each other years later. Adam Sandler plays the one who lost his family on 9/11 and became a scooter-riding, retarded Bob Dylan. Don Cheadle became an uptight dentist. Judging by the trailer, they start an Iron Butterfly tribute band and inadvertently learn something about themselves through each other. Reign Over Me acts ballsy for incorporating 9/11 using a national tragedy as a way to get an audience misty is transparently manipulative, and just plain lazy. In all likelihood the flick will give us yet another reason to rue that fateful day. If I become a quadriplegic and my helper monkey hides the remote while it’s on cable someday, then I’ll see it.
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